When losing concentration: Well, I'll just, uh, put these
pants on— Oh, thnikkaman! It's a thnikkaman! *drops pants and runs off*
Killing productivity: When building a monument to one's self, stay clear of any Thnikkamen, otherwise you
will be compelled to
stop working to go ask for some.
Mediocrity made spectacular:
Mom: Did you have a good Holiday this Decemberween?
Kid: Oh Ya! The Thnikkaman left blank 8-Track tapes in my slippers this year, and then randomly
cold called me with a discount travel package! Best Dethemberween ever!
As a weapon: I would like to see you stay focused staring down the barrel of a loaded thnikkaman!